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The night itself carved out is heart for her

but she only laughed, darkness spilling down her chin

glutted on its love

the night itself poured its soul out for her

but she only laughed, teeth stained black

from its offerings

the night itself bled dry for her

but she only laughed, hands coated in its

ebony ichor

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the night soon learned the brutal nature of girls

but the girl never learned of the night's sorrow

only laughed and carried its gifts

as weapons

Cruelty carved into the edges of her soul

feed into being by the night's adoration

she was a daughter of darkness

and the night wept for its heir

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